Bring the bullies down to your level.

No! You might be a bottom bimboi bitch, but that doesn't mean you are worthless. You won't be a toy passed around like a door prize, a chinese fingering trap to pull in weak willed bois and pump out wet wanton bimbois. You have a perverted plan just way too fucking crazy enough to work, but as dick dumb and **** as you are now, you don't have any other ideas.

"Hey, Slade? What's the matter? Are you scared to cum in a bimboi because you know deep down you're a sissEEEEEP!" Slade slaps the words out of your mouth and sends you sliding across the floor. You smile and spit blood, the pain already fading as a flood of hormones drench your delirious ditzy brain. Slade is back inside you seconds later, trying to hate fuck you hard enough to hurt you. It's a wasted effort, but you applaud his ambition as it only makes you cum harder and clench down tighter, making him struggle to maintain control and avoid cumming before he has you beaten and broken.

"Stupid, slut. I'll show NNGH you! If I can't UNH hurt you, I'll make you NNNF feel so good it shatters your soul. Then I still won't give you my GRRR cum! I'll feed it to every sissy but you!" Slade makes a pretty convincing claim, and to his credit, he is plowing you harder and faster and deeper than you ever dared go before. Your body writhes and thrashes like you are being electrocuted, but somehow it feels even more excruciatingly euphoric. Pleasure this intense is too much to process, and it's closest analogue is pain, and you feel the words forming in your throat, any second and you will beg him to break you into pretty pieces.

Then it hits you, not fighting head on doesn't have to mean total surrender. Instead of struggling to stay above the waves of ecstasy crashing down on you and drowning in the attempt, you hold your breath, let the crest carry you down deep into the depths of your sordid shameful soul, then pull you back up, gasping and grasping for that crystal moment of clarity everytime you climax. You know you will be crushed down again with the next wave, but it's more than enough time to taunt, "You NNF fuck OOH like AAAH a NNGH bimboi."

Slade loses control, slamming down into you that you are pinned helplessly. He punishes your pussy with a pile driving, pistoning punch straight into your prostate, hitting it again and again and leaving you little more than a puddle of pained pleasure on the floor. The waves are cumming to fast and hard to ride the crest back up now. You can barely breathe, brainless and babbling, blinking in and out of conciousness. Oddly, you aren't afraid, as this too is a part of your perverse plan. You only need one more chance...one moment when Slade slows down...the moment before he cums and is at his wildest and weakest and most malleable.

Just when you feel like your surrender will come sliding off your lips whether you want it or not, you feel the tell tale twitch of his throbbing tool and know the buggering bully is close. All it takes is one whispered whimper, "Don't think about how much better this feels for me." You see a look of horror hit Slade's fearsome face as he tries to think of anything else. Too late, he realizes how you've trapped him, and tries to pull out. Unfortunately for him, bimboi's are tougher than they look, and much more slippery. While he's been throwing his whole body into fucking you, you've been resting and ready for this moment. As he pulls back, you push up with your limbs until you follow him crashing to the ground, your cunt still clenched tightly around his cock and milking his last load as a stud.

"NoooOooOOoOOOOH my GooOOoOooOOOOD!" Slade shrinks smaller and smaller until he's tinier than you. His breasts swell to absurd OMG-cups and his ass balloons out making yours look modest by comparison. His hair grows long and flaxen and bright pink as he becums the very visage of what he desired, and despised most. "Oh Gawd...I'm like a total bimboi now!" You half expect her to hit you, but her hands are too busy exploring her new body. She looks up hungrily at the studs surrounding her, simpering, "Oh no. You guys are all gonna fuck me now and I can't stop you! Right? RIGHT?!" You almost feel sorry for her, her hatred of bimbois turned her into a caricature of one, and now she is surrounded by studs too scared to fuck her.

"Christ, Slad-er Sally, get a hold of yourself. Looks like the party's over for the studs, but I'll bet the newborn bimbois will feed you." Brad carries his former friend over to the beach bunny and busty brunette and sets her down. Within seconds she is stuffed at both ends and Brad is back offering you a hand up and a backhanded compliment. "Thanks for the show, Amy. I never expected my wingman to get shot down by a sissy, but it's a good look for her. The party's ruined because all the guys think they'll be next, but that just means more for me. I'll give you a great review, oh and here's your tip." Brad grabs you hard and kisses you softly setting off the meltdown you put off for so long. It means a lot that he's willing to show such sweetness, and by the time he breaks the kiss, you have to be carried off by Ella.

You pass Ella the keys as you are way too drooly and dick drunk to drive, and you spend the whole ride back giving her road head while she pets your head and praises you. You purr proudly around her shaft and lovingly lap at her sack and you feel like you are floating on a sea of tranquility. She rewards you with a thick load followed by a sticky kiss when she pulls into the pretty punk's pad, and kissing turns to petting which leads to penetration, pounding, and a pulse raising ride on her lap until Becca comes out to call you inside.

"Great job, girls. That's the first time I've gotten compliments for a fuckfest ending early. No offense, but I was worried about you on your own, Amy, but it looks like you can handle yourself just fine." Becca's approval means more than you expected, and soon you are bawling in her arms while she and Ella take turns kissing your tears away and snuggling close to you until you finally fall asleep, dreaming of who your next client will be and wishing that you could end every night in their arms....